Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 18:27:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh
Subject: The Trading of Sons
THE TRADING OF SONS
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
Nolok followed his father and chief of his tribe through the
forest. Both were decked out in colorful feathers, beads and their finest
deerskin leggings. Nolok's chest held crossed in an "X" his bow and the
strap of the quiver of arrows perched across his back. He would not draw
them on this journey, for this was a mission of peace between his tribe and
the tribe of Metepan. As it had been in the past for years untold, so would
it be this day. An exchange and a bonding, and there would be peace between
the tribes.
They reached the clearing marked with the white stones of parley and
sacred by the gods to the negotiations of the five tribes in the
region. Already waiting in the clearing was Metepan himself and with him,
his son, Suram.
Metepan and Nolok's father, Bizadi, raised their weapon hands upwards,
to show their emptiness, to show their peaceful intent. Nolok waited a
moment, then when Metepan looked at him, he raised his hand the same
way. At that moment, so did Suram as Bizadi gazed at him.
Nolok felt Metepan's eyes studying him very carefully, and he
understood the gaze. He knew he was a tall, sturdy young man, his skin a
tawny golden color, his hair jet black and bound from his face by a
colorful beaded headband with three white feathers whose tips had been
dipped in red adorning it along the left-hand side. His chest was hairless,
broad and strong from pulling the bow and carrying home his kills, his
waist was slender with only a slit of navel distorting its otherwise
flawless flatness, his hips were slim and the cloth flap of his deerskin
leggings lifted out slightly where his manhood filled out his crotch in
this erect stance (his body, not his manhood!), and Metepan smiled at
Nolok, who returned the smile bashfully.
"We are met in peace." Nolok's father intoned.
"In peace let us speak and in peace depart." Metepan finished the
ritual.
"I would have the peace of this time extend to both our tribes."
Bizadi continued. "If we can forge a bond that would withstand the
disagreements of our peoples, we can spare many lives and much sorrow."
"I can agree to that." Metepan went on. "It has been four generations
since our tribes have exchanged our chieftain's sons. Our bonds have
weakened."
"We should strengthen them again this day." Bizadi gestured to Nolok,
who raised his head proudly. "This is my son, Nolok. He is strong and
healthy, honest and kind."
"And this is my son, Suram." Metepan responded. "He is younger than
Nolok, but his heart is pure and his body is well and his aim with a bow is
the surest in my tribe. He will serve your people well, if he is acceptable
to you."
"He will serve well." Bizadi agreed. "Let us bind ourselves anew with
this exchange then. My son will travel home with you and I will take yours
and he will be my son and I will love him as I have loved Nolok."
And I will take Nolok home with me and he will be my son and I will
love him as I have loved Suram."
"And so our tribes will dwell in peace, with Suram leading my people
after I die, and Nolok your heir."
"We will dwell in peace." Metepan agreed.
And Nolok and Suram stepped forward and around each other and Nolok
took his place behind Metepan and to the right, the place of a man's
son. The two chiefs raised their hands, repeated the ritual of peace, and
Metepan turned around and left, with Nolok following him.
Nolok had just been adopted by Metepan as his son and heir. His life
would never be the same again.
They walked, with Metepan speaking to him of his tribe, of the men who
were leaders of their families, of the families, everything he would need
to know to integrate smoothly into the new tribe. Nolok listened to all of
this carefully, for every tribe's customs were different and though he'd
learned what he could before this day, a mistake in custom would be
disastrous. It was very rare that a tribal chief disinherited a new son
such as he...but it had happened in the past. It always led to war between
the tribes with much slaughter.
They arrived to a feast which Nolok participated in with as much
heartiness as he could muster. The food was good, the music was well-done,
the dances were close enough to his own tribe's that he managed to
participate in with only a few missteps that everyone could forgive and
did.
Then he had to sacrifice his headband (his tribal mark) to the tribe's
own gods, and accept in turn a headband in the colors of Metepan's tribe,
with no feathers, this tribe used the colors to mark their important
personages. He felt oddly naked without the three red-tipped feathers of
royal blood, even if this new headband was gaudier than the feathers could
ever hope to be.
He sat and watched another dance, and his head bobbed in
weariness. His new father saw this and leaned over to whisper to him, "You
may take to your bed now, there will be no offense now that the sacrifice
is over."
"I am tired." Nolok agreed.
"Then bow to me twice, once as your chief and once as your father and
you may go. You will sleep in the bachelor's lodge. My younger brother
Ocevok will show you to the lodge."
Nolok blinked at that. A second son of the former chief? He hadn't
known that there would be a contender for his spot as the new chief of the
tribe some day! If he failed to ingratiate himself with this tribe before
Metepan's death, he would find himself banished in favor of the brother!
Well, Metepan was still fairly young, they would both be old men before the
chief's position would be open to discussion. And maybe this brother of the
chief would die first....
There was a shadow above him and Nolok looked up to see...a young man
much his own age!
"Won't you come with me?" he said, putting out his hand.
Nolok took it and, together, he and the brother bowed to the chief,
then Nolok bowed a second time to Metepan as his new stepfather, and then
he was led to the bachelor's lodge. A large building of strips of treebark
bound to poles, he went inside to see a long array of furs laid out, and he
hesitated.
Ocevok was behind him and he turned to ask, "Which one is to be mine?"
Ocevok smiled. "There is no special order, the sleepers change
nightly, and sometimes there are more than one to a bed while others lie
empty. What does it matter, this is not to be your home forever, only until
you take a wife and build your own lodge."
Nolok had a quick flash of the many naked bodies (everyone slept
naked, of course) writhing about and shivered. He stepped quickly to one of
the beds on the left toward the middle and undressed. Placing his items at
the top of the bed, where a small space between it and the side of the
lodge was, he soon was bare and in the bed. It was far too hot on this
night yet to crawl under the furs, though he might before the night was
done be happy the furs were there. The room was lit through the ventilation
holes on the sides some eight feet up, from the many torches that blazed
around the village for the festival still going on. For now, he simply lay
there, alone (for the stepuncle had gone back out to rejoin the party) and
tried to fall asleep in this strange place. He was weary, indeed, but his
spirit didn't dare journey to the land of dreams in this new place, with
all these strangers about. He told himself firmly that they all wished him
well, they were his own people now, he must trust them as they would trust
him one day to lead them as his stepfather now did....
He was indeed mostly asleep when the covers shifted under him, someone
was joining him in the bed. He turned to look up at who this was. Near to
Nolok's own age, a bit shorter and wider than Nolok, handsome in an almost
bestial way. Only one man of many he had met this day and been told their
names, but this one, he almost remembered it... "Farlan." he said as he
caught hold of the name at last.
"Nolok." Farlan returned as he scooted in, his naked body, lithe and
smooth and a slightly paler shade of brown than Nolok's, and he pressed
himself closely to Nolok.
"Has the festival ended?" Nolok asked. He looked about, they seemed to
be the only ones in the lodge yet. The lights still burned brightly.
"No, it will go on for some time yet."
"So why have you joined me in this bed. Is it yours?"
"No."
"I can take another bed." Nolok offered generously and started to
rise, but Farlan's hand caught him.
"No, please. Stay in this one. I would share with you this night."
Nolok thought he knew what this meant, but a new tribe has different
customs, he may yet be wrong. "I know that the men in this lodge sleep
where they will at night."
"We do more than sleep." Farlan said as his hand moved from his wrist
to his body in a way that could not be misunderstood, for it had roved from
his wrist to his ribcage, down his stomach and was approaching his
manhood. When it arrived there, it found Nolok's prong, not yet stiff, but
rising rapidly into hard readiness.
"Yes, we do more than sleep at night." Farlan said softly to him. His
face, his lips, was scant inches from Nolok's. "If you are but willing,
that is."
"I am. When I saw this lodge, I had hopes, but didn't dare to do more
than hope."
"And now you know your hopes to be well and true?"
Nolok only smiled and moved his face toward Farlan's and Farlan and he
kissed as Nolok's hand found and gripped Farlan's cock tightly. Farlan
released Nolok's lips to groan and his own hand began to work Nolok's pud
and it was Nolok's turn to grunt and he returned the favor, and the two
worked eacht other's pricks.
This was all Nolok was expecting, the playful handling of each other's
pricks as he had done when a younger child from time to time with the other
boys. They had given up the game as they had gotten older, and then Nolok's
body had dived headlong into puberty, filling his dreams with fantasies so
much like those halcyon days of youth but with an added, disturbing
dimension, like there was more to it than just the hand of a friend, but he
couldn't quite see it.
So when Farlan began to kiss his way down Nolok's body, Nolok enjoyed
it, but didn't understand it as anything more than a funny way of
kissing. He was in a new tribe, all customs were different, this was a
pleasant surprise, but it didn't have to be anything more than that....
And then Farlan's mouth got precariously close to his cock. He was
nuzzling the base of Nolok's cock and Nolok marveled that another man would
get so close to his cock that it was actually pressing against Farlan's
cheek, if he got his mouth any closer than that...
He got closer, and Nolok gasped as Farlan's mouth closed upon him. The
wetness and the warmth was more intense than anything he'd ever done to
himself or had done with a friendly hand, it was...it was exactly what he'd
been longing for in his dreams! That warm mouth went deeply down and
covered his entire manhood, it was buried within Farlan's mouth and throat,
and Farlan's tongue was dancing upon the side of his shaft and he moaned,
writhed as that mouth held him and held him and held him deep within that
warm maw....
When Farlan rose up, he held tightly with his lips to the shaft and
Nolok felt the rising oval grip as raw passion. He groaned again and Farlan
shifted in the bedding to lie with his feet toward the head of the bed, and
Nolok saw Farlan's cock bobbing, untended and unfettered, and those lips of
Farlan's were driving him wild with desire, and this was his first friend
among this new tribe, and he wanted to give as much as he was getting from
this joining. And with much enthusiasm but no skill, he reached out and
caught Farlan's prod with his mouth and tried to give Farlan was he was
getting.
Farlan grunted, choked, squirmed, and then pulled his cock bodily from
Nolok's mouth in pain. "Oh, oh!" he gasped out. "My dear Nolok, I must
teach you what you are to do if you are to aid me in my pleasure as I aid
you."
"I am ignorant, I know." Nolok mourned. "Pray, teach me, my friend."
And in gentle words and by demonstration, Farlan taught him. Some
handful of minutes later, Nolok was performing upon Farlan's cock with a
modicum of newfound expertise and Farlan rewarded him with his more
advanced, experienced depth-charges upon his prong. Nolok tried again and
again to match this spear-swallowing quality, but always had to withdraw
hastily in ignominious defeat over and over.
And then his pleasure took on an urgent tone he knew so well. "Ah, ah,
ah!" he grunted as he held Farlan's dick in his hand in lieu of his
mouth. "My time approaches, I must release!"
Farlan's response was to suck upon him more lustily than ever, so that
Nolok was granted an unceasing joy that rose and fell upon him in synch
with the movements of Farlan's sucking mouth, and his desire grew and grew
and built up and built up until like the thunderclouds that bring the
storm, his brain broke out in thunder and lightning flashes that bounded
off the hills of his skull!
He sprayed a hot load into Farlan's mouth, the heat of it even he
could feel, as it boiled out of his shaft, sprayed upon the moist interior
of Farlan's body, and roiled about the tongue as Farlan caught it and
swallowed it, only to have more fly out to replace it and then some. Soon
Nolok's cock was being bathed in the pearly essence of his manliness, and
he groaned and thrust back and forth in the waning moments of his climax,
when the body seeks to extend the joy by any means possible, and the
movements caused Farlan to lose his grip slightly and as a result a stream
of pearly joy poured down Nolok's shaft in liquid heat and Farlan gulped
hard, and chased the errant river and caught it and drew it all back up and
into his own body.
Nolok slumped back, exhausted, and panted heavily as Farlan shifted
above him. "Did you enjoy your first night here with me?" Farlan asked.
"Of a certainty I did." Nolok assured him, though his chest still rose
and fell so hard that the words were strained.
"May I teach you another way to pleasure a man?"
Nolok remembered his duty to his partner. "I shall give you as much
pleasure as I can."
"But your mouth is tired." Farlan observed accurately. "There is
another way, if I might teach you."
"Teach me, my beloved master." Nolok responded.
"But wet my manhood anew for a short space." Farlan said as he got
straddle of Nolok's chest and fed him his pud. It was still fairly wet from
Nolok's prior attentions, and he re-wet it with his tongue lapped the fat
pud like a piece of sweet, juicy fruit.
When Farlan's dong was a greasy slab of man-meat, Farlan said,
panting, "Now let me between your legs. I intend to press this into your
lower entrance and while there will be some pain, it will soon be washed
away by the pleasure that follows."
"I am yours in all ways." Nolok responded. "Only do it quickly, for I
fear the festivities are soon to be over and we will be joined by others."
"The others will want you as do I." Farlan smiled. "But let us keep
this first time ours alone, I agree." He had said this while moving down on
the bedding and Nolok spread his legs wide to permit Farlan to kneel
between them, and Farlan leaned his hips forward, arcing his back and Nolok
felt the wet kiss of the glans upon his anus. "Now I needs must be rough
for a time, but endure it and it will pass."
And he pushed into Nolok's asshole. Nolok winced and contracted in his
pain, but he didn't pull away and Farlan persisted. "That has the head of
it within you." he said after a time.
"Is that all?" marveled Nolok, for it felt like he had been impaled
deeply already.
"Bear with it, it gets better." Farlan assured him again, and pushed
into him again.
Nolok moaned and his fingers dug deeply into Farlan's back as he held
on desperately, as Farlan pressed deeper and deeper into his body.
"That is all of it." he said at last as Nolok groaned. Nolok shifted
and Farlan felt the hard dong slap his stomach. "And you are discovering
the pleasure, I see."
"It burns, still." Nolok said. "But I shall persevere."
"And I shall be gentle as I can." Farlan began to fuck Nolok's warm
butt.
Nolok continued to hold Farlan tightly, and after a time, he began to
move in concert with Farlan's thrusts and his cock slapped Farlan's body
and his own with every motion. Farlan was rising to his own orgasm, his
moans increasing in intensity and as he began to move with the urgency of
impending climax, Nolok moaned, threw his head back and he sprayed the both
of them with a second frantic ejaculation that covered them both with
steaming hot spunk.
Feeling that, Farlan thrust his cock in deep and threw his own head
back and howled as he came, loading Nolok's ass with his jizz and then he
slumped over onto Nolok and gasped heavily.
Nolok patted Farlan's back in tired, triumphant exhaustion, and was
sinking in lassitude when he heard it.
Chuckles, softly done but so numerous that he heard it just the
same. He looked over, as did Farlan, to seek that several other bachelor
men of the tribe had entered some unknown time earlier and had been
watching their coupling with an eagerness that showed both in their smiling
faces and their hard prongs all pointing Nolok's way for they were all
naked or mostly so.
"It seems our chief's new son has learned our ways well." one of them
said.
"I had worried that he may want to hinder us in our pleasures."
another put in.
"But now we need not worry about anything at all."
"There is one thing left to do, then."
And the young men advanced on Nolok's bed. What happened was long and
involved, but Nolok was able to comport himself with sufficient skill as to
win the favor of his new brethren.
With these men by his side, he was bound to be a favored chief of this
tribe one day. He would lead this people in good times and bad, until one
day when he took his own son to the Circle of Peace, there to trade his son
for another and in this way, keeping all tribes together, bound by ties of
love and trust, as it had been done for centuries before, and would for
centuries more to come.
THE END
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